GROWING UP TOO QUICKLY....
We see it all the time, children trying to grow up too quick. They want to be older, do the things that older kids do, have the toys/ games that others do...the perceived freedom. At the moment Little Miss is 8 turning 25. Some of her comments are so mature...she spends ages doing her hair, getting upset when this bit or that bit dares to stick up. She keeps telling us how old she is, that she can do so much more.
Yet...
On the weekend we took Little Miss and Friend into the city to see the Wizard of Oz. Both are 8, nearly 9. Both have a younger sibling, nearly 2 years old. Both had totally cool outfits on.
Both stuck up a pose, full of ATTITUDE in front of the graffiti.
But the other side of this is that they were also little girls. They wanted lollies and ice creams and lollies and chocolate and lollies and lolly pops...you get the idea.
They also asked 'can we pretend to be sisters?'
They spent so much of the time, holding hands, skipping down the street, singing loudly 'We're off to see the wizard.'
It was gorgeous.
It was noisy.
It was lovely to see how much they enjoyed being with each other and just being little girls again.
When it was time for the show, they were so excited.
Their squeals when Toto was a 'real dog' were huge. They loved the show...even asking each other 'how did they do that' or 'watch the dancing, so good'.
In fact they had so much fun they wanted a sleepover that night...no, we said.
Sleepover tomorrow night? No we said.
Another day, another play date to be arranged.
What was so good to see was how these girls, who at the beginning were so cool, so sophisticated, so older than their age...turned into little girls again and just had fun.
I feel, personal viewpoint, that so many children try to grow up too quickly. They have boyfriends at 12 and 13, phones at 10. They have all the electronic gizmos and dohickeys before they hit primary school. Imagination and boredom are never to be utilised. The days of just being a child seems to have passed.
Yet a child is a child. They have to be bored, have to have the chance to use their imagination. Colour rainbow penguins, cut out a hundred pictures before they can cut straight, know which end of the glue stick to use, how to hold a crayon.
I knew I grew up in a different time and place, not many toys, little money, but we had imaginations.
My brothers and sister and I flew into outer space, we had regular mud pie tea parties, we played Cowboys and Indians using stick horses and pretend guns, we sailed the seas in 'boats', we dressed up and put on shows. We coloured and drew and read.
And if we wanted to colour horses red, it was ok. If we wanted a pink polar bear, that was fine.
I still do, after all, rainbow penguins are my favourite.
Vicki
Yet...
On the weekend we took Little Miss and Friend into the city to see the Wizard of Oz. Both are 8, nearly 9. Both have a younger sibling, nearly 2 years old. Both had totally cool outfits on.
Both stuck up a pose, full of ATTITUDE in front of the graffiti.
But the other side of this is that they were also little girls. They wanted lollies and ice creams and lollies and chocolate and lollies and lolly pops...you get the idea.
They also asked 'can we pretend to be sisters?'
They spent so much of the time, holding hands, skipping down the street, singing loudly 'We're off to see the wizard.'
It was gorgeous.
It was noisy.
It was lovely to see how much they enjoyed being with each other and just being little girls again.
When it was time for the show, they were so excited.
Their squeals when Toto was a 'real dog' were huge. They loved the show...even asking each other 'how did they do that' or 'watch the dancing, so good'.
In fact they had so much fun they wanted a sleepover that night...no, we said.
Sleepover tomorrow night? No we said.
Another day, another play date to be arranged.
What was so good to see was how these girls, who at the beginning were so cool, so sophisticated, so older than their age...turned into little girls again and just had fun.
I feel, personal viewpoint, that so many children try to grow up too quickly. They have boyfriends at 12 and 13, phones at 10. They have all the electronic gizmos and dohickeys before they hit primary school. Imagination and boredom are never to be utilised. The days of just being a child seems to have passed.
Yet a child is a child. They have to be bored, have to have the chance to use their imagination. Colour rainbow penguins, cut out a hundred pictures before they can cut straight, know which end of the glue stick to use, how to hold a crayon.
I knew I grew up in a different time and place, not many toys, little money, but we had imaginations.
My brothers and sister and I flew into outer space, we had regular mud pie tea parties, we played Cowboys and Indians using stick horses and pretend guns, we sailed the seas in 'boats', we dressed up and put on shows. We coloured and drew and read.
And if we wanted to colour horses red, it was ok. If we wanted a pink polar bear, that was fine.
I still do, after all, rainbow penguins are my favourite.
Vicki
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